Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Can. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.